Finally convinced Rupert to get behind the camera
We spent our beautiful sunny afternoon today, at Pere Lachaise Cemetary. The cementaries are big tourist attractions here and for good reason; cobblestone streets, elaborately architected cripts and trees, make for a wonderful outing.
Pere Lachaise is permanent home to Edith Piaff, Oscar Wilde, Moliere (amongst others), but due to weak map reading skills on my part, our quest to find them, was in vain.
The one destination plot, we did find was a bit anticlimatic... but eventful. Jim Morrison's plot is an unimpressive, poorly maintained, ground level stone, with a security railing and guard preventing anyone from getting close. As we sat down to eat our afternoon Royal Gala with Jim, our dispointment turned to mild excitement, when Rupert spotted the guard confiscating one of the pilgrims party goods. We noticed the guard disappeared after the confiscation. I guess she went to turn it in ....
Pere Lachaise is permanent home to Edith Piaff, Oscar Wilde, Moliere (amongst others), but due to weak map reading skills on my part, our quest to find them, was in vain.
The one destination plot, we did find was a bit anticlimatic... but eventful. Jim Morrison's plot is an unimpressive, poorly maintained, ground level stone, with a security railing and guard preventing anyone from getting close. As we sat down to eat our afternoon Royal Gala with Jim, our dispointment turned to mild excitement, when Rupert spotted the guard confiscating one of the pilgrims party goods. We noticed the guard disappeared after the confiscation. I guess she went to turn it in ....
Snack with Jim
P& D enjoyed running throught the mazes, of paths and staircases and Rupert loved the clear sense deep history, you only find in old European cities. It was a lovely afternoon together.
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Hello from the farm. Rob is here for the w/e and we had a great 100 metre meal last night. About time we had a picture of Jo!! Love Cherry
This was one of my absolute favourite parts of Paris. I went twice in the space of a couple of days.
The sense of history is incredible, but what stands out for me was the day I saw an old woman in an old, matted fur-type coat sitting on one of the crypty things patting a big old cat that was sitting in her lap.
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